The fortune cookie simple read “QIRD.”
“What’s that mean?” he asked.
His friend shrugged.
When the server returned to refill their water, he pointed out the strange fortune. “I think your fortune cookie slips might be faulty,” he said.
“Oh no,” the server said. “No, that’s correct.” The man straightened and looked around as though afraid any moment the walls would disappear.
“So what is it then?”
The server lowered his voice to a whisper. “Come with me.”